Love of My Life Page #11

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And yes, murder is an option.

So much for dying in peace.

Was I the love of your life?

The love of my life?

Does it really ever matter that much?

We spend so much of our time thinking,

does he love me? He doesn't love me.

Do I love him?

But it can't be that only

the tiny fraction of

people with happy marriages

have lives that matter,

or else you and I are f***ed.

We all die alone, anyway.

Hey.

You know,

if I'm reincarnated,

do you know who I hope

I can marry in my next life?

I'm afraid to ask.

I do actually think

that he was the love of my life.

Billy.

Billy.

Yeah, he was a great dog.

Great, great, great dog.

Yeah, I can't compete with Billy.

But did-

You do love me, don't you?

Of course I love you.

Maybe not only you.

Well, when I take you to Machu Picchu

Oh, please take the girls to Machu Picchu.

And don't let Tamara

live in my house.

Oh my god.

I've forgotten to buy a funeral plot.

Where then am I gonna be buried?

Oh god.

There is still so much to sort out.

Hey, hey.

Richard, I'm not ready.

Come here.

[Crying]

It's alright, it's alright.

You're gonna come through

this surgery just fine.

Yeah?

In fact,

I'm certain,

and I'm a little bit psychic, you know?

That your best years are ahead of you.

Grace! Grace!

Gracie.

Gracie?

[Sombre Piano Melody]

Zoe:
I'm really looking

forward to Machu Picchu.

Me, too.

Yeah, me, too.

Ben:
Hey.

Hello.

Hi.

Well, there it is.

Built exactly to her plans.

They just put the finishing touches

to the interior paint this morning.

[Moving Piano Melody]

It's beautiful.

Isn't it?

I love it.

It's gorgeous.

F*** you world.

Here I am.

Now we can go to Machu Picchu.

[Cheerful Music]

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